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Youming, the ghost of the Absolute Kill Pavilion, a legendary assassin, as silent as a shadow in the night.

His existence is invisible yet omnipresent.

The underworld lurks in the shadows, observing coldly.

His mask, made of a special material, not only concealed his true face but also reflected a faint light, making him even harder to spot.

The cold glint in his mask revealed his determination to kill the War God Prince.

His voice was icy:

"The War God of Dongjing Kingdom, a legend on the battlefield, even severely wounded, still managed to slay many masters from my 'Absolute Kill Pavilion,' his martial prowess is truly admirable."

"I really don't want to kill you, but since I've accepted this job, I won't leave any survivors."

"I will end your legend."

The ghost's words were laced with sarcasm, his eyes gleaming with a thirst for victory.

Jun Jiuxiao responded, his voice firm:

"This king is merciful and will surely allow the Absolute Killing Pavilion to reunite in the underworld."

Youming's expression darkened; he hadn't expected Jun Jiuxiao to be so calm.

Consumed by rage, his swordsmanship became even more ferocious, each strike brimming with murderous intent.

He mocked:

"You've been spouting nonsense. I'll give you three breaths to give your last words."

The voice of the ghost was mocking, yet filled with certainty of victory.

Jun Jiuxiao's eyes showed contempt:

"I always listen to last words."

His voice was firm and steady, but he knew in his heart that this battle would be extremely difficult.

Internal injuries weakened his strength, making each swing of his sword more strenuous than usual.

Youming's face was like the dark clouds before a storm, his eyes flashing with anger and defiance.

He originally thought that even the God of War of Dongjing Kingdom would show signs of fatigue under the siege of the Absolute Kill Pavilion.

However, Jun Jiuxiao's composure made him feel an unprecedented sense of frustration.

His anger ignited like gunpowder, and his swordsmanship became even more swift, each strike piercing the air and aimed directly at Jun Jiuxiao's vitals.

"Jun Jiuxiao, you are already injured and cannot continue."

Youming's voice was smug. He had noticed Jun Jiuxiao's weakness and his attacks became even more ferocious, as if he wanted to drive Jun Jiuxiao into a desperate situation.

However, Jun Jiuxiao's voice remained calm, like a bottomless ancient well, undisturbed.

"You? I don't even consider you a threat." His words were filled with unparalleled confidence and contempt.

Although his internal injuries did affect his fighting ability, his will was as firm as a rock and unwavering.

Every swing of Jun Jiuxiao's sword seemed exceptionally heavy. Although his internal strength was strong, his internal injuries were constantly draining his strength like thorns.

Finally, in a fierce exchange, Jun Jiuxiao's arm was severely injured, and he involuntarily staggered back several steps, a look of pain on his face.

"Your Highness!" Night Hawk cried out anxiously, as he was entangled with nine enemies and unable to break free to rescue them.

He was filled with anxiety and helplessness, knowing that his master was facing a life-or-death situation.

A ruthless glint flashed across Youming's face as he raised his sword and thrust it towards Jun Jiuxiao's chest. In that life-or-death moment...

A dark shadow suddenly appeared, accompanied by a crisp sound of metal breaking.

The Netherworld Sword was severed by a sword that was half black and half white.

Youming stared at his broken sword with a look of astonishment.

"Who are you to have killed my sword in one move? You are definitely not from the Assassination Pavilion!"

Chu Xingyao's figure cast a long, dark shadow under the moonlight, and she deliberately lowered her voice.

"The Hall of Yama—Nether Phoenix, we, the Hall of Yama, have been in seclusion for many years, only recently re-emerging into the world,"

"His first job is to protect the emperor in the Nine Heavens. Therefore, you must not touch this person."

"Do you know what the consequences will be if you sabotage the business of my Absolute Kill Pavilion?"

Youming's words carried a hint of threat; he attempted to use the prestige of the Absolute Kill Pavilion to intimidate Chu Xingyao.

Chu Xingyao smiled coldly, completely unconcerned about Youming's threat.

"Haha, I don't know." Her laughter carried a hint of contempt, as if mocking Youming's ignorance and arrogance.

"However, if you still don't know what's good for you, I will make you understand the consequences of ruining the 'Hall of Hell's' business."

Chu Xingyao's voice suddenly turned cold and stern, and a chilling killing intent flashed in her eyes.

"I am not as merciful as Your Highness. I will make it impossible for you members of the Absolute Kill Pavilion to even reunite in the underworld."

Her words were filled with confidence and murderous intent; her figure was like a black lightning bolt, ready to launch a fatal blow at any moment.

Youming gritted his teeth, knowing he had no other choice but to fight to the death.

"Fine, since you don't know what's good for you, then I'll send you to your death."

He charged toward Chu Xingyao with his sword, each strike carrying a determination to kill.

"It's impossible to reason with a damned devil."

Chu Xingyao said coldly, her voice devoid of any warmth.

She used her "Snow-Treading and Cloud-Chasing" light-foot technique, making her movements elusive and unpredictable.

At the same time, Chu Xingyao unleashed the "Flying Star Sword Technique," her sword light streaking across the night sky like a meteor, exchanging more than a dozen blows with Youming in the blink of an eye.

Youming was covered in wounds and was in a state of near collapse. He had never seen such bizarre movement and swordsmanship before.

His movements were like those of a demon, and his sword, half black and half white, could cut through iron like mud.

Youming knew he was no match for this person. A hint of fear flashed in his eyes. He used his lightness skill to flee, hoping to escape this terrifying opponent.

Chu Xingyao wasn't in a hurry to chase after him. She let Youming run for a while, slowly wiped the blood off the "Reincarnation" sword, and then put it back into its sheath.

Then, she used her "Snow Chasing Clouds" light-foot technique to chase after him.

After Youming fled, he saw that Chu Xingyao hadn't chased after him, so he assumed he had escaped.

Just as I was getting excited, I turned around and saw a pair of eyes that shone like stars. I narrowed them slightly.

Then Youming lost consciousness.

Chu Xingyao then placed him in her spatial dimension and instructed Kele to keep Youming unconscious before she entered the dimension.

Her movements were swift and precise, without a single unnecessary motion; she was in a hurry to go back and find Jun Jiuxiao.

At this moment, Night Hawk was exhausted from being surrounded by eight or nine people, and every swing of his sword seemed powerless.

His forehead was covered in sweat, and his breathing became rapid.

However, just when Night Hawk was almost in despair, Chu Xingyao appeared like a savior from heaven.

Chu Xingyao stood before the man in black, but a seductive and wicked female voice kept bewitching her in her mind:

“They dared to assassinate Brother Yaochen (Jun Jiuxiao’s courtesy name—Yaochen), they deserve to die.”

"Leave no one alive, kill them all."

"Leave no one alive, kill them all."

"Leave no one alive; kill them all."...

Instantly, Chu Xingyao released a powerful aura, unleashing her full power.

A low, terrifying laugh escaped her throat, sending chills down one's spine:

Yes, you must nip it in the bud.

"Then let's peel off its skin and make a lantern."

With a slight turn of her wrist, the "Reincarnation" sword flashed like lightning.

Immediately afterwards, she dispatched the four assassins with the speed of a shooting star piercing through the clouds.

Her movements were incredibly fast; with a flick of her wrist, the tip of the sword spun around on the black-clad man's face.

The mask and face of the man in black had been peeled off; her movements were elegant, alluring, and incredibly skilled.

But when she caught a glimpse of the imposing Jun Jiuxiao in the distance, she suddenly smiled and regained some of her composure.

So she turned her back, quickly took out a sedative from her spatial storage, and injected herself with it.

After recovering a little, she felt a moment of dizziness in her mind.

Chu Xingyao touched the blood on her face with some doubt, but she didn't think too much about it. She turned to Ye Ying and said:

"Nighthawk, you can interrogate the remaining three. I'm going to visit your lord."

Her voice was calm yet firm, brimming with confidence.

As she spoke, she wiped her cheeks, gently brushing away the bloodstains from the "Reincarnation" sword with graceful and composed movements, silently reciting in her heart:

"Reincarnation, I'm sorry to have stained you with blood again."

Night Hawk observed Chu Xingyao with a sense of familiarity, yet shuddered at the sight of her bloodshot eyes filled with murderous intent.

He knew that if she hadn't appeared in time, he would have been dead.

He clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, his gratitude overflowing.

"Thank you for saving my life."

Chu Xingyao didn't notice Ye Ying's unusual behavior. She nodded slightly and her gaze gently fell on the tall figure not far away—Jun Jiuxiao.

In an instant, the murderous and brutal aura emanating from Chu Xingyao vanished without a trace.

Tears welled up uncontrollably in Chu Xingyao's beautiful eyes, like a flood bursting its banks.

Chu Xingyao trembled slightly, her steps were like lightning, and she rushed towards Jun Jiuxiao.

At this moment, her heart was filled with longing and attachment to the man before her.

She longed to hold him tightly, to pour out her love, and to tell him that she would marry no one but him in this life.

However, as she approached Jun Jiuxiao, she saw the sword in his hand.

They also keenly sensed the chilling aura emanating from the other party and the growing vigilance in their hearts.

Jun Jiuxiao was indeed holding a sword, quietly watching Chu Xingyao's figure getting closer and closer. A hint of vigilance flashed in his deep, cold eyes.

Because he knew that the woman in front of him was not only highly skilled and extremely sharp in swordsmanship, but also possessed extraordinary and unparalleled lightness skills, making her no ordinary person.

Therefore, faced with her sudden action, Jun Jiuxiao had to be extra careful.

This made her swallow back the heartfelt words she was about to utter.

She was afraid that if she revealed her true feelings, he would misunderstand her.

She mistakenly believed that she and that despicable Jun Xuanche were birds of a feather.

So, she suppressed the surging emotions within her and tried her best to make her tone sound calm and sincere:

"Your Highness, the War King of Dongjing Kingdom, please believe that I have no ill intentions whatsoever. I have come here simply to protect you and ensure your safety."

Jun Jiuxiao did not respond immediately after hearing these words.

He remained silent for a long while before slowly speaking, his voice deep and resonant, like rolling thunder, carrying an undeniable authority:

"Why?"

Chu Xingyao parted her lips slightly and replied in a slow voice, "I am the Nether Phoenix of the Yama Palace! I have come here on the important mission of protecting Your Highness."

Upon hearing this, Jun Jiuxiao frowned slightly and then asked, "Who hired you to protect me?"

After he finished speaking, his sharp, hawk-like gaze locked onto Chu Xingyao, as if trying to see through her eyes and uncover all her secrets.

Chu Xingyao took a deep breath to calm herself, and then said to Jun Jiuxiao:

"We must keep our clients' information confidential, so we cannot say much. We hope Your Highness will understand."